Crime was
right easy
then back
in the fifties.
Course i was
only a kid but
that Goldfinch
and his clinch
\"MPS mob\"
made the jobs
run like poetry.
Fingers Edwards
the guy
who framed
every try
and Orchidee,
was the he,
made sure
each ran like twee
of a holy choir\'s
harmonics.
Whilst just in
case for alibi\'s on the day
we needed cutest
words from Fay.
For her sweet
word play would
hasten away
any day doubters
possible disbelief.
Of course an
uneducated OAP
kept a crafty
eye out to see
(as he does)
if any joker
showed up
on the scene
with a wary line
nicely obscene.
Whilst Unsub
made sure
we had a
sob-story
in store
to tell anyone
who doubted
our tale.
An alibi was
always available
from Neville,
for a fee
he\'d made
scaleable.
To thwart the
keenest
old doubter.
And of course
a handy hotel
Dusk Arising.
would tell
where we was
all found to be
onthe nite.
For a pertinent fee
Angela, Brian and
their cat smokey three,
provided statements
\"They just wasn\'t there.\"
\"Wasn\'t them guv,
they\'re poets
lovey dove
Not guilty m\'lord
set them free\".
Aquitted the
quick whitted
deftly met......
nearby in a bar.
close to a
get-away car
they proceeded
to disbar any doubt
To get over
their troubles,
an order
of doubles
was entertained
overwhelming
their fears
But seeking exclusives
\'The Mail\' planted
seducers.
Prepared
to take their
readers quite far.
Though experience tells
when a \'rat\' one smells
and aha...
no surprises
a piss take arises
for the headlines next day
bravely tell.....
Brave Glenit
the inventor
was at
the worlds centre
bravely revealing
that facts
had proved so true.
For simply
and merely
in poetic theory
Dusk Arising got
one over on you.
love you all.